Alexander Pope wrote “The Rape of the Lock.” And thus I write about wanting to batter a lock.
Today was not an exceptional day, not at all like the brilliant days of wonderfulness of which I’ve grown accustomed. The first bad part is that I’m sick. The horrible sinus infection/racking cough contributed to the rest of the day’s quality, I’m sure.
It rained. All day. And then I got locked out of the office an hour before my class began. Everything was in there. My coat. My bag. My keys (obviously). My phone. Because it was raining, I decided to first attempt to call everyone I knew with a key to the office before I waded over to Ross. Well, everyone I knew was gone. And I didn’t have their cell phone numbers (because those are on my cell phone, which was conveniently located in my locked office). (Apparently having a gang doesn’t always come in handy.) The few cell phone numbers I could get were long distance, and the lab phone wasn’t too fond of that. And I now know that in order to dial off-campus one first must dial 8.
Finally I borrowed Kate H.’s jacket and made my way to Ross, only to discover I should’ve just gone there in the first place because located within the stone/brick walls of Ross were the only people to sympathize with my plight. Well, besides Amy. Who tried to call Y2Kate for me. Which is quite characteristic of her generous spirit.
My sick (as in illness-caused) state of mind, I believe, was the cause of my office ordeal. You see, reader, I had taken my office keys out of my bag and set them on my desk while I searched for something else to take into the lab. I then promptly strode out of the office (leaving the door OPEN, and hence unlocked) without said keys. A similar incident occured six years ago (my freshman year of college) when I got mono. That time I left my keys in the bathroom. Awkward.
Of course, the real issue here is: why don’t we have fingerprint-coded locks yet? If I lose my fingers, getting back into my office isn’t going to be a huge priority. Another issue: why am I writing overly long, pretentiously-constructed sentences? Sadly, I do not know the answer to either of these debacles.